- Dancer :: Tiny
- Intellectual :: Symposium
- Direct :: Buy
- Tolerate :: a lot
- Post :: haste
- Instinctive:: reaction
- Brink :: of death
- Regain :: consciousness
- Repulsed :: by..
- Distressed :: diseased
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Just Pull the Troops Out and Throw the Rest Away
–Deli, 120th & Amsterdam via Overheard in New York, May 24, 2007 I read that and thought of you. To drive me completely insane, that is. Whoever decided that all summer broadcast programming should be dedicated to reality television [link removed] should be shot. I detest reality television. Game shows are tolerable in small quantities, and that’s about it. The news doesn’t count. The rest of it… yech. And yet there are about a billion new shows this summer, all of them promising to suck. Seriously, do any of those options sound good? Read through the article. And if the new shows weren’t enough, a whole bunch of last year’s are coming back again. Glad I have cable, since clearly the broadcast networks no longer want my love. Action 037: What do you REALLY want to do today? Today, I would really like to… stay at home in bed and watch chick flicks while having food (never-ending hot cocoa, popcorn, something substantial for lunch) delivered to my bed (I could care less who is delivering this food, just so I don’t have to get out of my cocoon of laziness). I’m not depressed, it just seems like the right thing to do on a rainy day like today. Were it warmer, I’d just go outside and dance in the rain all day, but it’s not. I did something today I almost never do. I drove. A car. As if that weren’t extraordinary enough, it was during morning rush hour on major highways, and then on the way back there was rain. Thankfully, I didn’t hang back at the meeting, because people who left after I did have major hail damage to their cars. It’s a state car, not my own car, but I’m still glad I don’t have that hassle. It goes without saying that driving in hail would probably have been too much for me to handle. I was a little shaky about the whole deal. I’m glad that it didn’t rain this morning. Next month’s meeting isn’t at our regular place either, but it’s in St Paul right on the bus route, so I don’t think I’ll be borrowing a car again. The rest of the afternoon has been unremarkable. Tonight I’ll try to work on more of the hysterical historical stuff I’ve found while cleaning, and let y’all know when I’m done. There’s a lot more than I originally thought, so it might take a while. Can’t promise it’ll be worth the wait, but it’s nice for me to reminisce. Ah, 1999. And for even more sentimentality, we’re going to my old church this weekend! There won’t be that many people there because it’s a holiday weekend, but there’ll still be some people to catch up with and show off my ring, I mean, my boy. It’s been two years – I wonder how big some of the kids have gotten, especially the boys. They grow fast! It’ll be good to see their faces again. Almost a complete staff turnover since I left, too. Interesting. Same with the church-that-shall-remain-nameless. Entirely new staff, still haven’t been able to keep anyone in the position I was fired from. The more time goes on, the more I realize I was delivered from that situation that was clearly “not right.” Painful, yes, but I think I’m a better person for it, even if it did take me a really long time to get here. But, to end things on a happier note… I have made major progress in cleaning my house. To the untrained eye, it might not look that way, but it’s true. I’ve got stuff that can go to Tonight, I got a craving for ice cream, so I decided to go out and find some. It’s a short walk to the corner of Selby and Dale that gave me two options: the co-op and the “mart.” It was dusk, and it has been sprinkling all night, enough so that it smells like rain, tastes like rain, feels like rain outside, but I didn’t get drenched. I had no where to be and was in no rush, so my pace was slow. My neighborhood was relatively quiet. A breeze blew over my dampened skin. I felt… alive. It felt so luxurious, really, to be out and about on a silly trip to get ice cream. Shouldn’t there be something else more important to do? But no, there isn’t. My house will never really be clean, and I have no homework until the fall semester starts. But I’ve discovered something: I’m not so good at sitting still anymore. I used to be great at lazing about, taking mid-afternoon naps, laying in bed and watching TV for hours on end. Now my idea of being lazy is reading a book while watching television and doing a load of laundry. When did that happen? (I’m sure there are people who know me who could argue that I am still, at times, very good at being lazy and relaxing, and they’re right. I’m just not as good at it as I used to be. Just like I’m not as good at sleeping in as I used to be. Or doing cartwheels. I think it’s called aging.) What did I get? Ben & Jerry’s Brownie Batter. It wasn’t exactly what I was looking for, but it’ll do. Wonder what my dentist would say about that (the one who filled two cavities this morning). He probably wouldn’t care, as long as I flossed, brushed, and rinsed with fluoride afterwards. Dental hygiene is currently very important to me. While cleaning tonight, I found some great sentimental journal-type stuff that I’ll be posting in the next few days for entertainment’s sake. Hope you enjoy!
Well, truthfully, it is a gorgeous day outside. However, I am inside at work, and don’t really want to be here today. It’s going to be a long day. I’ve been doing great with work all week, and then today hit and… I dunno. Bored and unmotivated. However, just now, outside of Macy’s, an old man told me I was beautiful. I smiled politely and thanked him. Don’t hear that very often – I doubt anyone does. Except maybe Angelina Jolie. She probably hears a leveling amount of criticism though, too. And really, would you want to hear that all the time? Wouldn’t it cease to have meaning? I didn’t mean it to sound like a complaint. I happen to run into people every now and then who have set “making others smile” as their life goal. One of the guards at the info desk in our building is that way – first time I walk past him in a day, it’s smile and hello. Then every time after that, it’s “that’s a beautiful sweater,” or “enjoy your snack,” or “I really like those earrings.” It’s very sweet, and without fail it makes me smile. Of course, I don’t walk past him very often right now because I try to spend as much time outside, which means not taking the escalator short-cut My hair feels really nice today. Which probably means that it looks like crap. But it feels really nice. (Had a haircut yesterday.) On my way home, I realized that while I’d had a dentist appointment, gone to work, gotten my hair cut, and done my grocery shopping, at no point in the day had I been more than 2 miles from my house. Which brought my thoughts in parallel with…
That was much more poignant last night, I promise. It doesn’t seem as deep of a thought in the daylight hours. C’est la vie. I need a project at work. I could make one up, if only I could think of something that needs doing. If you’ve got a few minutes, that is, since the article’s a little bit long and while it’s not full of big words, it’s not a light read either. But what did you expect from Psychology Today? What would you do if you won the lottery? (let’s assume it is a BIG amount of money) (FYI, just got a phone call, wrong number – I was supposed to be AARP this time, which is a big change from the usual unemployment mis-dials.) After paying off my debt, my school loans, and the school loans of anyone I like, and maybe the rest of Oh, and I’m going out to dinner with all my friends, and maybe some acquaintances too, since my friends aren’t that numerous. Anyone wanna guess how many cavities I have? I’ll give you a hint: I broke my own record for most cavities. No one? Well, back in June 2003, I spent four Wednesday mornings getting 9 cavities filled at Metro Dentalcare. I currently have five 1-hour appointments scheduled over the next 4 weeks to have 10 cavities filled. Aren’t I special? The only thing he suggested was 1) go get a fluoride rinse and use it daily, and 2) schedule a 6-month cleaning. He never asked, “do you have a sweet tooth?” He never said, “clearly, you drink too much Coke and it’s staining your teeth.” Just… fluoride rinse. I suppose that’s good, though seeing as how I am not yet 30 and will have almost as many fillings as my years, perhaps it is time to think about eating things that don’t damage my teeth. Just a thought. Or, maybe I just have crappy teeth and there’s nothing I can do about it. My teeth are now all pretty and shiny and smooth, though my mouth tastes really gross. I didn’t know this, but I’m a bleeder. Yep. Lots of blood. My new filling from last week really likes to bleed when I floss near it. And I might need to take some ibuprofen, because having my teeth cleaned wasn’t exactly painless since it had been so long. Other thoughts… I did not clean the fridge last night. I did, however, run the dishwasher twice. Twice. Were they my dishes? No. Ask me if any of my roommates offered to unload the dishwasher. Yeah, right. Tonight, if I get motivated, I’m putting on my rubber gloves and sterilizing the fridge. Or maybe I’ll wait until next week. We’ll see. My room is cleaner, though. I dusted. I vacuumed. I cleaned I’m gonna go find some Advil. You should go brush your teeth. Because everyone should. Dental health is very important. My final exam (that I took yesterday morning) has been graded and is posted online. (Thank goodness I obsessively checked this morning!) I got a 98/100! That means I got 602/600 points in the class. How awesome am I? I also got 25/25 on last week’s Tuesday night quiz, and knew several of the extra credit questions on last night’s exam. So unless I totally bombed my online exam, I have high A’s in all three classes. In other good news, I am very glad the semester is over. I think three classes is just too much. Towards the end of the semester, I was having a hard time getting to sleep at a decent hour (and since I consider “decent” sometime between midnight and 12:30, you can imagine…), and consequently waking up was getting more difficult (you’d be tired too if you didn’t fall asleep until 1:30). But the last two nights, I’ve gone to bed earlier, and have found it even easier to wake up. It’s quite nice. So, I think my goal for the fall semester is 2 classes: one night class and one online, which should be totally do-able. Now I just have to figure out what to take…. I’m saving macro/micro economics for the spring. I don’t think I can afford to miss any classes for that subject, since it generally escapes my understanding and it will be a struggle. Let’s not make it any harder by trying to get married and honeymoon and move and live together with someone. I’m wearing a new sweater today – one I knit myself. I finally got the finishing touches done this week, and decided it needed to make a public appearance. My co-worker meant to comment on it, but I pre-empted him by telling him I made it, so he decided to tell me he liked it. For once, he had some social graces, though I have no doubt that if it were absolutely hideous, he would tell me. Back to work. Last night I did some studying for my final that’s tonight, and then I started studying for my online final. All I had left to do was write the essays. The original plan was to write out the essays beforehand, so that all I had to do was pick and choose which ones to actually submit (she gave us 9 questions, said 5 would be on the test, and we’d actually have to write only 2). Well, I started studying and really couldn’t get motivated to write that many essays when I wouldn’t need to. So, instead, I took the exam. And now all I have left is one 30-question multiple choice test tonight and the semester is over! How exciting is that! I feel like I should celebrate by doing something I haven’t gotten to do in the last 4 months, like sleep for several days straight. I think, instead, I will be celebrating by cleaning my house. It won’t actually be fun, but it will be so nice to have a clean house again. And then the porch gets scrubbed down and the hammock installed. And then packing up the front room begins. And also refinishing some furniture. And finally finishing the paint job on the bathroom. And… so the project list is quite long. I also got two knitting projects finished last night. I made a hat for So I got a new mouse and keyboard this weekend to go with my “new” computer, and after installing the software that came with them, the mouse is a tad too sensitive. And by a “tad,” I mean “a whole freaking lot and it’s really annoying.” I went into settings and it’s set to be as slow as possible, which is unbelievable. I looked on their website today. It seems the only solution is to uninstall the software. Does this seem wrong to anyone else? I did the math. In my morning class, I need to get at least 30/100 to get an A for the semester. In my online class, I need to get at least 34/80 to get an A. In my night class I need to get at least 31/60 (assuming I did rather poorly on last week’s quiz) to get an A. So…. yeah, we are remaining calm. I think this is the same as my anti-bridezilla plan. If everything is on schedule and well thought through ahead of time, then I only have to stress about minor stuff the week before the wedding. At last, that’s the plan. |
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‘s for storage, and as soon as we find a place to live (and a time to live there) and a storage unit nearby, I’ve got stuff ready to go there too. Sadly, my vacuuming progress has not been that good. I’ve made it about halfway down the hallway now. I did my room and the front room, and then the filter clogged and the battery died. Then I got a quarter down the hallway before it happened again. Last night I made it to the halfway point before my 
‘s house on weekends – sometimes during the week I run across things I need to bring (like the thing I bought for him this week – I’d tell you what it is, but then he’d find out), so they get thrown in there. But all my clothes get picked out late Thursday night.
‘s food area. I even read a book. Not a bad night.
‘s little girl – a green version of the 
. She can call it a green apple, or a green tomato, or really anything she can think of. And I finally got the finishing touches done on 
